looking back

Okay, so by now you all know how bored I am, stranded here in paradise with hobbitt in NJ at the Wildwoods International Kite Festival and Chili Cook-off. I'm kidding about the chili part, and you probably didn't need an entry form but in any case, it's too late for you to enter so don't worry about it.

My little sister has been calling several times a day from her camp in Maine, knowing that I'm alone and doing her best to keep me company. My brother called today, as did my older sister, just returned from attending a wedding in Florida.

In between all these telephone calls I've managed to clean the bathrooms and kitchen; do some laundry; run to the hardware store for toilet seat bumpers, string and valve stem covers; take Inti for a walk at Kah Tai Nature Park until the mosquitoes drove us out, so we came back here for a long walk on the beach. I've sketched out my garden plan, and chosen the liquor store I'm going to knock off in order to accomplish said plan. But I'm still lonely and bored. Then I got an email from an anonymous blog commenter, noting that I displayed a piece of her poetry here in February, Feed the Bear. This led me to explore the entire month's worth of blog entries, and I was startled by what I read.

That was a mistake. I didn't remember, particularly, how hard it was to shred all those documents and get our house ready to sell. I didn't realize how much I'm missing my friend Jill and her family. I was surprised by the confident and forthright tone in my writing (actually, the phrases blow-hard and wind-bag came to mind) and the notion that I might actually have been feeling something, or knowing something.